‘YOU’LL NOT FIND IT quite as shiny and clean in here as some of the places you’ve visited…’ Bodylines boss Alan Pointer is leading us into the first of the two adjoining units that are the heart of his company. ‘It’s a proper workshop,’ he chuckles. ‘Dirty, noisy and dusty.’
He’s not wrong about the noise. Later, when I play back the recording of our chat, whole chunks of conversation are drowned out by a chorus of hammering, filing and grinding. Especially hammering. ‘Noise is money for us,’ he grins. And, presumably, where’s there’s muck there’s brass. When we retreat to his office, I can’t help noticing that several of the chairs have seen better days, their foam innards poking through worn plastic trim…
Of course, this is the way…